"Crack, crack!"
Half an hour later, in an extremely luxurious restaurant in Saint Louis City, Annie Pampou appeared in a room on the second floor.
In front of her was a table of expensive and sumptuous dishes, but she hardly touched them. Instead, she was very interested in a plate of pale yellow gingerbread, picking up piece after piece with her hand and biting into it, making a crisp sound.
It was gingerbread, made with butter, sugar, ginger powder, cinnamon powder, clove powder, honey, eggs, and fine flour. The essential ingredient, ginger powder, is not produced locally in Saint Louis City and has to be transported from afar at an exorbitant price, making it unaffordable for ordinary people or small nobles.
Annie kept eating the gingerbread, her face expressionless. Not far from her stood Richard, silently. On the other side stood Brando, his head bowed, a dejected expression on his face, frowning, racking his brains on how to redeem himself in Miss Annie's eyes.
